He stood by the car, immersed in a work email, while I sat in the passenger seat. When he looked up, I smiled, slipping my hands under the hem of my red dress and pulling down my soaked black thong, unbothered by other people in the parking lot.

As he got into the car, his smoldering gaze swept over me, causing my nipples to tighten. The thin fabric of my dress barely concealed the two small, quivering pebbles.

His fingers sank into my molten depths as he drove to the restaurant, where he would suffer through dinner with delicious anticipation.